He has burnt off all his giant eyebrow hairs except one over each eye. Whenever I light a candle all he wants is to smell it, and he gets very frustrated that he can't stick his face into the flame without it hurting.
This morning he tripped on the balcony and fell off of it onto the stairs, and then fell down the stairs.
He likes to curl up into any basket-type thing we have, including the spider plant pot and containers on cabinets up above the fridge. That's not so curious really. But he can fold his legs all the way up under his head!
He and Pocky give each other vampire bites when they fight.
He doesn't understand toes, and that they are attached to the rest of me. Or petting. He would rather suck on your finger, and chew it a little, than be petted.
He's a good cat though. Yay Maurice!
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